A goodnight poem

Friday night
the lights are dim
and sleep is hiding
under your skin
and it surfaces
takes you out
to a beautiful dream land
without a doubt

and through the soft night
velvet smooth
you dream on, little dreamer
these dreams do sooth
this fuzzy black warmness
keeps you feeling loved
while god watches you
smiling at your innocence from above

and you awake to birds chirping
spring breaking from the nest
a beautiful, clear morning
saturday, the best
you have nothing to do
a lazy day
where you can hide in the shade
spend it your way
with bare feet
on glistening grass
lazy saturdays
slowly do pass

and once again
you lay down your head
there's another day coming
you need to rest

so dream on little dreamer
of sweet little things
while in the background
the lullaby sings